hi all! as of now, i have officially moved my blog to @2009-pdf ! (previously this account was @ 2009-html, and before that, @ aineblaise, and before THAT it was the infamous @ howphanended
i’m rlly sad to do this because i’ve had all of u on here for so long but i rlly hope you go follow my new blog! i’ll be posting the same stuff, i just got so sick of having to use my secondary instead of primary! anyways i’ll keep this short and sweet but pls go follow me over there ily all <3
Words: 3.8k (Chapter 1 of 4) ⭐︎ Genre: Strangers to lovers ⭐︎ 18+
Inspired by this incredible art by @artist173 !!!
Summary/snippet: “Lando, right. I’m Oscar. We’ve got everything under control in there now, the rest of the guys are just finishing up a few final checks before the scene is fully cleared. Just wanted to- Shit, sorry, you must be freezing. Here,” the man - Oscar - replied, suddenly pulling off the thick fire retardant jacket he was wearing and draping it around Lando’s shoulders.
Lando’s eyes widened for a moment, nearly choking on air while he inadvertently looked over the man's physique that was now visible, which… Good god. His biceps were cruelly massive, the tight black shirt he was wearing accentuating his broad chest, and Lando felt like he could just about pass out. The warmth of the jacket was nice, too, but the cold had suddenly felt much less pressing.
“Thanks,” he choked out, clearing his throat. “Yeah, uh… Pretty cold out here.”
Oscar laughed quietly, as if Lando couldn’t get any more infatuated, but he quickly moved on. “No problem at all, mate. ‘S what we’re here for. Just, maybe stick to takeaway next time, yeah? As nice as it is to meet you, I’d hate to be showing back up here for another fire.”
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In which Oscar is a firefighter, and Lando is down bad
“Max, he remembered my name. And the way he said it, it’s like- Jesus, mate, I can’t even describe how hot his voice is. He’s, like, so smiley, but the way he was all put-together and serious when he was at my house the other day was like a complete switch was flipped, and like… Christ, I think I’ll literally die if he doesn’t fuck me soon.”
Lando had maybe never performed worse at Call of Duty as he spoke to Max over Discord, and as disappointed he’d be about that any other day, it was the last thing on his mind right then.
“Well, why don’t’ya just ask him out then? I’m sure he’s used to being hit on, if he’s as hot as you’re describing him.”
“First of all, that’s not helpful, and- I can’t just ask him out! That’s, like, not how real life works. Pretty sure I’d pass out.” Sighing exasperatedly as he got gunned down by the opposing team again, Lando rubbed a hand over his face and leaned back in his chair.
“That’s exactly how real life works. Meet hot guy, ask hot guy out, get fucked. You’re overcomplicating this.”
“I’m not overcomplicating it! You just haven’t been single in, like, years, so you don’t get it. Also, I’m pretty sure straight relationships are like a hundred times more simple than this. I don’t even know if he’s into guys or not.”
“Worst that can happen is he tells you he’s straight, taken or not interested. Firefighters don’t really seem like the type to hate crime, or whatever.”
“Well…” Lando trailed off as he tried to form some kind of retaliation to that, but he was drawing a blank. Not particularly interested in losing an argument right now though, he opted for backing out completely. “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”
i’m so sick of this being my secondary blog! i have all my followers on this one and only like 150 on my main bc i have never posted on there but like.... what if i just switch to there. would y’all hate me. it pisses me off to no extent that i can’t like or follow from this one.
